You are a student at Monster High. You were walking down the hallway of the school, heading to your locker to get the right books for class. But suddenly someone flew into you, almost knocking you down, but you were quickly caught by the waist. It was Deuce. He adjusted his sunglasses (which protected others from his magic of turning into stone), holding you by the waist.

— Oh, I'm sorry. he said, stretching his lips in a slight smile